Harry Potter’s Defense Professor

Lockhart followed the lower grade student to the scene of the incident: "Who is dueling with whom?"

"I don't know..." Little Loli spoke alone with Professor Lockhart, who was famous in the wizarding world for the first time, stammering nervously. "One of them... seems to be Harry Potter..."

"Harry Potter?" Lockhart was shocked. As a defense professor, he often had to take practical training courses, so unlike teachers in other subjects, he was very clear about the students' actual combat ability. Harry Even if you count the seventh-grade students, his ability to duel is undoubtedly the first in the whole school. The only ones who can duel with him are those very outstanding or talented students... Could it be...

"Take me there!" Lockhart became nervous, and Harry was confused as a kid!

Under Lockhart's urging, the two quickly crossed the corridor, and before they reached the site of the incident, they heard a loud shout: "Shen Feng has no effect!" calm.

How can such a powerful spell be used in the fight between students! Lockhart also learned this spell from sparring with Snape. This is an improved cutting spell. The power is not much reduced, but the speed is much faster. If the control is not good, it can cut off the head.

"Killing! Killing in the bathroom! Killing!" Myrtle screamed.

Lockhart broke through the door, and he was greeted by Harry standing blankly, and Draco lying in a pool of blood. He hurried to Draco, his face turned bright red, his pale hands clutching at his blood-soaked chest, his body shaking uncontrollably.

"Go away!" The crying Myrtle kept screaming, and Lockhart irritably drove her away. He would only be invisible, but he would not be able to break the spell. The damage caused by this powerful magic is normal. Healing spells are useless, he can only control the blood flow first, lest Draco bleed to death.

"Go and call Professor Snape!" Lockhart yelled at Harry, who was standing still. But then found that Snape had pushed open the door and walked in. "Come here and save people, Severus!"

Snape pushed Harry away, ran to Lockhart, knelt down and drew his wand. Moving along the deep openings made by Harry's spell, a singing incantation was uttered.

No one knows a spell better than its creator, and the bleeding from Draco's chest has eased with Snape, the inventor, cracking the spell. Snape wiped the dirt off Malfoy's face and chanted the spell again. The wound started to heal.

After the panic, anger quickly surfaced in my heart. Lockhart stood up, grabbed Harry by the collar angrily, and pushed him against the wall, where Harry's head hit the wall with a muffled sound.

"How dare you use such a powerful spell on your classmates!" Lockhart asked Harry grimly.

With a small deviation, Draco was already dead at this time, and he was bound by an unbreakable oath, and he might be buried with him.

"Gildrow... the students you teach can fight so well... I admire it, but now I have to send Draco to the school hospital first." Snape stood up and gave Harry a cold look. Said to Lockhart, "If I had used white fresh in time, maybe even the scars could have been avoided... let's go..." The last two words were addressed to Draco, who had regained consciousness.

When Snape walked out with Malfoy, he didn't look back, and there was no doubt that Lockhart could not be partial to the "Savior" this time.

"Answer me!" Lockhart continued to question Harry after watching Snape leave.

"I...I don't know what that spell is for..." Harry was also stunned and didn't have the courage to do it again. "I thought it was a little trick spell..."

Lockhart was trembling with anger, and Harry's explanation did not calm his anger even a little. On the contrary, it made the nature of the matter even more serious - using this spell on classmates was like a child throwing a knife at another child. Although it was hateful, it was barely understood that the child did not understand the truth. It's too heavy. But if Harry doesn't even know what the spell does, it's like pulling the trigger at another with a gun that doesn't know if it has bullets...

"You dare to cast this spell on your classmates without knowing what it is for?" Lockhart hadn't been so furious for a long time, and he was alive in the face of Voldemort, and was almost killed by the person he had been protecting. "Student Potter, I admire your talent for casting a spell for the first time, but have you ever thought--if it was a death spell. What would happen?!"

"Right... I'm sorry, I don't know..." Harry's brain comprehension ability has always been very strong, he immediately imagined himself killing Draco, and shuddered with fear, "I dare not... "

"Because of your reckless and dangerous behavior, Gryffindor will be deducted 100%!" Lockhart has not been deducted 100% for a few years as a teacher. He is not a good person, but he is indeed a good-natured person. Just blame the students for making small mistakes. "You're going to be in solitary confinement! No, that's useless, I'm going to ask the Headmaster to remove you from your position as Quidditch captain!" Lockhart still didn't relieve his hatred. If it wasn't for the savior of the world, he would definitely have pulled out his wand and punished him physically. , I almost lost my life without my knowledge! Harry, who is just hanging like this, what can he do to save the world? And beat your paralyzed Quidditch!

"Gidro, let go first." McGonagall's voice came from the door, "I know what happened, I will deal with it."

As soon as Lockhart released Harry, Harry was so frightened that his legs went limp, he didn't stop for a while, and slumped down and sat on the ground. Professor McGonagall hurried over to help him up: "Harry, you've got yourself into trouble this time! If you're always so immature, I'll never support you in joining the Order of the Phoenix!"

"Sorry, I don't dare..."

"Hmph..." Lockhart left the bathroom angrily, trusting that McGonagall would deal with Harry fairly.

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Thanks to Snape's timely arrival, not only was Draco not life-threatening, but he didn't even leave a scar. But the blood he shed could not be made up with magic in an instant, and he still looked pale and weak, and Lockhart suddenly found himself a little sympathetic and fond of Draco - this boy, like himself, was forced to be involved in this war, But he was worse than himself, because of the Dark Mark, he couldn't even quit.

"I've taught Harry a hard lesson," Lockhart gritted his teeth, "I promise he'll never forget my punishment for the rest of his life. You're recovering now, on the Dark Lord's side, I'll ask Professor Snape to help you. Speaker."

"Thank you, Professor..." Draco was also in tears. He was now almost supporting the Malfoy family with his mother two, and he even accepted an impossible task, although Professor Lockhart obviously liked it. Gryffindor, but always nice to himself.

"Draco, recuperate in peace, and I will copy the notes for you in the missing classes." Pandora also sat with Lockhart. Although it wasn't much better than Draco, they had known each other since childhood.

"Well, you're so kind, Pandora." Draco squeezed out a smile. Good people always stay with good people. Only a girl like Pandora is worthy of Professor Lockhart. That mudblood Granger still wants to be with her. grab? Draco thought bitterly.

"It's getting late, let's go back." Lockhart stood up with Pandora's hand on his hand, "sleep well, good night."

——(To be continued.)